Burns or Betty Jo see you, and be good girl.It is not fair to me!No, no, no; you can't rob Auntie Sue of her happiness in you just because you stole her money, can you?She remained very still for a little,her head still bowed.She broke away from him with: Well, what'd you-all go an' do such a dad burned fool thing for?You must tell me.He must make sure that there was no mistake.Chapter 14 Betty Jo Considers And from that moment until Homer T.Just like your book.Then the silvery-haired old teacher spoke again: Brian, have you ever wondered that I am so alone in the world? Somewhere in that terrible conflict with the wild waters at Elbow Rock, while the whose life she had so nearly ruined by her wantonness was fighting to save her, the soul of Martha Kent went from the bruised and battered body which Brian drew at last from the vicious grasp of the currents.You-all come back 'cause HE is here.Only when the soft darkness of the night lay over the land, and river and mountain and starry sky were veiled in dreamy mystery, did Auntie Sue speak: Oh, it is so good to have some one to share it with,some one who understands.And what in the world are you prowling about for, this time of the night?Please leave me.I was afraid the Sheriff talked too loud, she said.He's the boy to send for eggs!Hit ain't none of your dad burned business as I can see, came the sullen reply.That I had better tell you about it, he answered.I ain't been asleep.When his hand found no hat to remove, he smiled as if at some jest at his own expense. Thus she was driven to the conclusion that there was something in Brian Kent's history that he had not made known to her,a something that denied him the right to love her, and that,reasoned poor Betty Jo the darkness of her ,could only be a woman,a woman to whom he was bound, not by love indeed,Betty Jo could not believe that,but by ties of honor and of the law.She dropped down on the floor, her back against the bed, and clasped her knees in her hands, as Auntie Sue seated herself.There, there,it is all right, now. What in the world do you , child?Burns a-havin' ter go ter prison, an' 'bout you-all a-carin' for him the way you does, an' 'bout how happy you was over his book, an'an'how good you'd been ter me,the sorrier I got, 'til I just couldn't stand a-thinkin' 'bout hit no longer; an'an'so I come fast as I could ter tell you.A dingy, scarcely legible sign over the treacherous board walk, in front, by the sickly light of a smoke-grimed kerosene lantern, announced that the place was a hotel. read more

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